Inga M. Beck

There was a lovely mist this morning and I wanted to share at least one photo here. And of course I could not let it stand on it’s own, so I added some randomness to go with it

Got lost in the mist

could not find my way

I heard the calling

heard the shouting

but I could not answer

 

I came down to the sea

it gave a silent greeting

ripples distorting my reflection

as the mist passed me by

i missed it’s cool embrace

 

I was not lost

but still they shouted

leaving no echo

 

as the mist parted

the voices gone

I stood by the sea

watched the mist float away

voices disappearing with them

 

those voices come back every time

in the mist